Gratitude and food - can't go wrong with those two ingredients!
This year I was lucky enough to spend my holiday with a former roommate who now lives in New York. I spent my week in Manhattan visiting all the tourist spots. In addition to a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner, I tried lots of pastries from various bakeries.
Lots of pastries.
I really like New York pastries.
Perhaps a little too much.
On Friday, I visited the Museum of Natural History. One floor had scales that calibrated a person's weight as if they were on galactic stars or planets. On Halley's Comet I don't even weigh a pound.
0.193?! Bring me a black and white cookie! I need to eat, eat, eat!
0.043??? I'm losing, not gaining! MORE FOOD! Give me a Chinese cookie!
Extra chocolate in the middle!
58 pounds - okay, that's a little better. I still need sugar though.
Bring me a tri-colored bar.
3626?! GACK! Too much, too much! Suddenly I need to undo my belt.
2.13?! I'm back to wasting away...
hey, wait a second...
2.13 TRILLION POUNDS?!
I just fainted. All 2.13 trillion pounds of me just hit the floor.
Excuse me while I go cry.
And start a diet.
Is there such a thing as a pastry diet? I really think I'd be successful at that one.